Miranda Joy's snow-white body appeared before Dean Bruce, and even he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
He had considered many possibilities, but this was not one of them. A seduction ploy? Isn't that supposed to be used as a last resort?
Smiling, Miranda Joy said, "I always thought you would remain calm and composed in any situation, Elder. I didn't expect to see you surprised."
Dean Bruce glanced at her, ignoring her remark. Instead, he asked, "A princess, stripping in front of me—could it be you're planning to cry wolf and have your people storm in to trap me?"
Miranda blinked and nodded. "As expected of an elder, that's a plan I hadn't even considered. If you don't agree to help me, maybe I'll try exactly what you've suggested."
"Help you?" Dean Bruce chuckled. "What could I possibly do to help you?"